Singular Prism by Kathleen Roxby

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Through the Looking Glass

WHERE, MY BROTHERS, WHERE?

I hear the planets call my name ...

Glass Rain

An Indian Song

Weep, willow, kai! The sun of sorrow is crossing the sky Weep, willow, kai! The morning of sorrow lays dew on the eye.

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Refractions

INDIAN SUMMER

Highlights of Indian Summer in Pennsylvania

Shadows

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Another Spectrum

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Splintered Glass

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WHERE, MY BROTHERS, WHERE?

An Indian Song

INDIAN SUMMER

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